Magoo ft. Timbaland - Up Jumps Da Boogie

Give it up... we gon' show you how we party [Timbaland (whispering)] Up jumps da boogie (repeat 3X) (repeat all 4X) Verse One: Magoo I fiend for all beats like girls jump for dicks Don't salt the next man keep that Lindbergh shit Up in the cut like gay niggaz in butt I'm black wit indian my race should be mutt I cut with razor blades play spades with Aunt Venus E-valuate this rap, take heed a fuckin genius Up in the sky, up high, don't puff lye Do you smoke crack Sam? Prepare to fuckin die Fuck Crazy Joe, my name is Crazy Flow You thought I had eight, but I got ten mo' Off beat and on beat, old school like Beat Street I stink like pop's feet, make sweat wit no heat Verse Two: Timbaland I'm up on this track, like Pam Grier in movies I heats up the beat, like water in a jacuzzi I fly to L.A., then come back to Virginia Then call, Maganoo, to see if he's got some indo Then back to the crib to pick up my brother, G G don't forget, to bring the house keys Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go Please please, brother don't slam my car do' It costs too much money to get that shit fixed I need all my money to pay my bills with Don't have no time, for the shuckin and jivin Peep my rhyme, cause that, shit's off-timin Verse Three: Missy I'm in the Marriott, the place to get got After I smoke pot, he sticks me like shots Funky like farts, connect tongues like dots Lick his lollipop, this kid named Scott Me my hot self, my self be so hot Touch my hot spot, I scream til I can't stop Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?) Give it to me daddy and Uhhhhhhhhhhhh (what, what?) Yup, yup like Teddy Teddy, ready with tha one two checka No Diggity, Missy be the bedroom wrecka Double decka, make you wanna beat your pecka And then leave your bitch, cause this uhhh! be better Chorus: everybody Give it up! Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4X) Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 2X) Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party Verse Four: Magoo Prepare to get wet, like Jheri Curl juice You tight like virgin pussy, my rap get you loose I bump like ac-ne, take honey from a bee My style is like a safe, without da fuckin key I cum cause I'm a nut, don't bleed when I'm cut No fan of Madonna, she just a damn slut So sit you damn dog, and bow to my shit Nit-wit you stupid, I'm butter don't need grits Make fits like seizure, lick clit to please ya I book then read ya, follow da leader Like Jews and Chinese, I own your rap lease The wackness must cease, prepare for yo' release Verse Five: Timbaland I'm up in these labels tryin to, handle my business Been makin more beats before, Jehovah had witness Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me Brother brother, please, turn on the TV See a black man dead, from a white man's powder See a white man scared, from a black man's power Back to reality, please don't freakin smile at me This is a stick-up, so give up yo' wallet please Verse Six: Missy I'm the best, and that's B, and that's capital I hang low like testicles, MC's wanna copy these many flows Hoes, better back up, foe they get slapped up Pack up and go tell mommy, that I backed up you You you you, and your whole screw What, whatcha whatcha whatcha gon' do uhh, what whatcha gon' do To me, the M-I-double S-Y-E Wanna battle me, it's gonna be some tragedy Chorus: everybody Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party Up jumps da boogie, boogie jumps me (repeat 4X) (repeat all 2X) Give it up! We gon' show, you how we party (repeat to fade)